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That Boy Jiggy - Die Coppin Lyrics



That Boy Jiggy - Die Coppin Lyrics




You could really catch me out I'm in that grey Honda
Real life Monopoly you playin, you got fake dollars
You been cryin' bout a skank bitch, that ain't yo main problem
Say a word the gang got white tees we put yo face on em

If I can get the pint then I'ma die coppin
Davey do you hear me, if I can't then I'ma die coppin
I really seen some shit before that got my eyes poppin
Brodie hit me up, he need a plug, I told him Rod got em

The shit I copped it really punchin, got the pot boxin
I'm face f*ckin I got her on her knees and now she lock jawin
He really tried to set the play and then I cock blocked him
Now he chillin with his ugly bitch, he got his thot bummin

Like why you really come around if you ain't cop nothin
You know when I hop inside the whip that I'ma pop somethin
A perk 30 to the face, that's if the cop's comin
Yo ex bitch, she really suckin dick, I told her ride somethin

Bitch we done and now yo ride comin
I just hit the f*ckin mall cause I'ma die stuntin
Seen you in the mall but you a tourist you ain't buy nothin
This a pape race, you last place cause I'ma outrun him

Like shut the f*ck up you got your mouth runnin
Pulled up so many f*ckin times I think we outspun em
You like a donut when we slide and drop a whole dozen
Just like them bitches in the club cause we be pole clutchin

I ain't from Pittsburgh but I just stole somethin
You the type the bitch to flake I'm bout to fold somethin
You a hoe you need exterminated, call me Bob Duncan
I know you a bitch you just the type to be the roll blunter

Bitch I mean the blunt roller
Beating dunes I think this yo bitch so I'ma f*ck slower
If that was me then you'd be dead but you gon' duck motion
Leave her ass alone she comin back and got her back broken

Left a kid inside her gut cause this a whack trojan
I just need my ass a pint so I can slump over
I really scam I got like three cards I told em' f*ck poker
Steve Austin when I'm in the trap cause I'm a real stoner

If you see me trippin bout a bitch that's just the old me
I might be trippin bout the weed cause I'm a dope fein
If I'm dying you gon see me sippin on some codeine
I'ma be fine lil brodie talkin hot but he got cold feet
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English

You could really catch me out I'm in that grey Honda
Real life Monopoly you playin, you got fake dollars
You been cryin' bout a skank bitch, that ain't yo main problem
Say a word the gang got white tees we put yo face on em

If I can get the pint then I'ma die coppin
Davey do you hear me, if I can't then I'ma die coppin
I really seen some shit before that got my eyes poppin
Brodie hit me up, he need a plug, I told him Rod got em

The shit I copped it really punchin, got the pot boxin
I'm face f*ckin I got her on her knees and now she lock jawin
He really tried to set the play and then I cock blocked him
Now he chillin with his ugly bitch, he got his thot bummin

Like why you really come around if you ain't cop nothin
You know when I hop inside the whip that I'ma pop somethin
A perk 30 to the face, that's if the cop's comin
Yo ex bitch, she really suckin dick, I told her ride somethin

Bitch we done and now yo ride comin
I just hit the f*ckin mall cause I'ma die stuntin
Seen you in the mall but you a tourist you ain't buy nothin
This a pape race, you last place cause I'ma outrun him

Like shut the f*ck up you got your mouth runnin
Pulled up so many f*ckin times I think we outspun em
You like a donut when we slide and drop a whole dozen
Just like them bitches in the club cause we be pole clutchin

I ain't from Pittsburgh but I just stole somethin
You the type the bitch to flake I'm bout to fold somethin
You a hoe you need exterminated, call me Bob Duncan
I know you a bitch you just the type to be the roll blunter

Bitch I mean the blunt roller
Beating dunes I think this yo bitch so I'ma f*ck slower
If that was me then you'd be dead but you gon' duck motion
Leave her ass alone she comin back and got her back broken

Left a kid inside her gut cause this a whack trojan
I just need my ass a pint so I can slump over
I really scam I got like three cards I told em' f*ck poker
Steve Austin when I'm in the trap cause I'm a real stoner

If you see me trippin bout a bitch that's just the old me
I might be trippin bout the weed cause I'm a dope fein
If I'm dying you gon see me sippin on some codeine
I'ma be fine lil brodie talkin hot but he got cold feet
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Writer: That Jiggy
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Performed By: That Boy Jiggy
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: That Jiggy

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